You Belong To Me
“Boss… Boss, please forgive me!” the man pleaded, desperation lacing his trembling voice. “I was drunk and mistaken, I thought she was one of the clan’s… women. I swear, I didn’t know she was yours.”
The figure, known as Salvatore, exuded an unsettling calmness as he considered the man’s plea. His voice remained steady, devoid of emotion as he posed a chilling question. “Which hand did you touch her with?”
The man stammered, his voice quivering with the weight of his confession. “My… my… left…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Salvatore swiftly and decisively severed the man’s left hand, his knife slicing through flesh and bone with a ruthless precision. The room erupted in a gruesome spectacle as blood sprayed, splattering across the man’s face and the surrounding surfaces. Agonized cries mingled with the metallic scent of freshly spilled blood, creating an atmosphere that teetered on the edge of madness.
The anguished cry of the man reverberated through the room, the sound serving as a chilling reminder of the pain he was enduring. His voice trembled with a mixture of agony and fear as he found himself unable to control his bodily functions, his terrified eyes reflecting his helpless humiliation.
As Salvatore, turned towards the horror-stricken Dahlia, her horrified expression mirrored the wave of revulsion that washed over her at the spectacle she had just witnessed. The world she thought she knew was shattered, replaced by a nightmarish reality that seemed almost too cruel to bear.
Salvatore, the embodiment of merciless power, approached Dahlia with a deliberate stride, his hands encircling her delicate neck. The grip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh, ensuring she couldn’t escape his gaze. He brought her face close to his, relishing in the terror etched upon her features.
His voice dripped with a blend of possessiveness and coldness as he whispered, the words lingering in the charged air. “This… this is but a glimpse of the kindness I can show. Remember this, Dahlia. You belong to me. Your body, your desires, your very existence, they all belong to me and me alone. No one else can touch you, no one else can claim you.”
A single tear escaped her eyes, tracing a path down her cheek, a silent testament to the torment she was forced to endure. Salvatore, seemingly unperturbed by her suffering, lifted a hand to her face, gently wiping away the evidence of her anguish.
“I am the only one who can make you cry,” he declared with a cruel satisfaction. “No one else will have that privilege. Remember that, Dahlia.”
With a final, possessive glance, he released his hold on her delicate neck, allowing her to breathe once more. He turned his attention back to the dying man, his victim sprawled in a pool of his own blood, the life within him seeping away.
The man, overcome with pain and guilt, begged for forgiveness, his screams and sobs merging into a cacophony of despair.
Aurelio’s eyes hardened with a mix of anger and disappointment as he looked upon the man’s trembling form. “You dare to defile what is mine? To attempt such an act upon my possession, you should have the audacity to surpass me in every way. And yet…”, Salvatore’s eyes dropped to the man’s crotch.
The room was swallowed by a deafening silence, broken only by the desperate pleas of the man, his voice trembling with fear and remorse. Despite his words, his pleas fell upon deaf ears, met only with an icy indifference. Salvatore stood before him, his eyes gleaming with a mix of fury and satisfaction.
With a swift and deliberate motion, Salvatore lowered his knife, severing the man’s member from his body. The room erupted in a symphony of agony as the man’s anguished screams filled the air, mixing with the sickening sound of blood splattering across his cheek. Every cry served as a grim reminder of the power wielded by Salvatore, a reminder of the darkness that lurked within his soul.
Dahlia, witnessing this horrifying act of violence, couldn’t contain her fear any longer. Her scream pierced through the tension, echoing in the room as her wide, terror-filled eyes locked on the mutilation unfolding before her. The violence and brutality, so far removed from her previous world, threatened to overwhelm her fragile senses.
As the man’s agonized cries filled the air, Salvatore’s grip tightened around his throat, a vice-like hold that threatened to suffocate him. A sinister smirk danced upon his lips, belying the fury that burned within his eyes. An axe materialized in his hands, an instrument of judgment and retribution.
With each passing moment, the man’s life flickered like a frail flame, extinguishing under the relentless grip of Salvatore’s rage. The demand for answers hung heavily in the air, a negotiation for an extended glimpse of life. Salvatore, fueled by his righteous fury, relished in the power he held over this pitiful being.
“Tell me,” His voice dripped with cruel satisfaction, his grip around the man’s throat slowly tightening, “tell me who sent you to betray me and I might consider granting you a few more moments of existence.”
The man’s weakened voice, filled with an undercurrent of desperation, pleaded for mercy, begging for a second chance. But Salvatore remained unmoved, his grasp unyielding as he counted down the seconds.
“Five… four…” His voice trailed off, the unspoken threat hanging heavily in the air, echoing in the depths of the man’s soul.
In one final effort to save himself, the man pleaded with Dahlia, his voice shaking with desperation.
As the man’s desperate pleas for mercy filled the room, a chilling silence hung heavy in the air. Salvatore stood unmoved by the man’s cries, his face displaying a dangerous calmness.
In a gruesome spectacle, the man’s head was wrenched from his shoulders as Salvatore swung the axe with deadly precision. The room seemed to hold its breath for a brief moment as the head spun through the air in a horrifying dance before landing on the floor before Dahlia, a chilling reminder of the brutality she had just witnessed.
Dahlia’s wide eyes, filled with a mixture of terror and disbelief, locked onto the severed head lying inches away. The shock of the sight overwhelmed her fragile senses, causing her mind to shut down in self-preservation. Her eyes rolled back, and darkness engulfed her as she lost consciousness.